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I had a weird dream last night that I was in a fictional part of Brand Boulevard that looked heavily crime-populated. Chicks were gang-fighting out in the street. A few strangers and I were guests in some black chick's motel room, until she politely evicted us despite being able to pay her. But she let me stay after I requested to. The main plot of the dream revolved around some film, which I would never see before the dream was over. But the content was implied to be on par with that of a snuff film. Although, the poster for it was the real life poster of the recent British film Attack the Block. The mission was for the other strangers and I to disrupt its outdoor screening on the other side of Brand Boulevard. When we got there, it looked like the courtyard of the CSUN dorms. But I woke up before we could kick some ass. End of dream.

The proverbial F.M.L. regarding guitar practice today: Vahik is planning to have surgery ... and for me to teach his classes while's he's out!

On the way home, I saw in my rearview mirror the chick in the Volkswagen behind me. She was a blond chick with short, curly hair and she was rocking out to whatever was on her radio. That was hot. And traffic was slow enough that I was able to touch myself until she eventually pulled into a parking lot to go to the bank.

Seeing the new GPS on my desk, I just remembered mommy bought it for me a couple of days ago. But I always did say that after growing up just fine before such technology was invented, using a GPS would make me feel like I was losing my balls.

At the mall, Jessica was working at American Basics and renewed in my database. The Adelle look-alike was working at the "i Play & Talk" vendor booth and renewed in my database. After the mall closed, I saw the Adelle look-alike visiting the other "i Play & Talk" booth outdoors at the Americana across the street. It was great getting a double dose of her. I finally overheard her speak. She had a weird accent. I always suspected she could be one of those armenians who look Caucasian. Her voice is now in my database.

At Barnes & Noble, I got to renew that ethnically-ambiguous chick, Monica, in my database.

I finally busted a #3 for the first time in a week and to my old friend, Vera, whom I was reminded of last Tuesday night at the Journey concert (see entry 10/11/11) ... and exploded a week's worth of ammo that was saved up! Therefore, endurance-wise, I could only hit half of my record number of strokes. See what happens when you take a week off?

The left PacMan Boxing glove that knocked down Oscar De La Hoya

I had a dream last night that my former FMA instructor sarcastically announced to me that he was opening up a dojo. I think the sarcastic attitude was a reflection of how in real life I fired him. End of dream.

Mommy and I went to visit Tolentino, who had been evicted from his house and was now living in the motel across the street. 1) I don't fully comprehend the project that he's been working on, but A) he's been writing to President Obama, B) he's trying to set up a meeting with the Prince of Dubai, and C) he's already received a response from Chelsea Clinton. 2) He showed me the left Boxing glove that my distant relative Manny Pacquiao gave to him, personally adressed in signature - the same Boxing glove that knocked down Oscar De La Hoya!

Not bad for a guy who's living in a motel across the street from the house he was just evicted from. Not bad at all. Oh, and I finally found out that the reason his voice sounds the way it does is because his vocal chords were accidentally nicked during a surgery.

I actually had Jack in the Box for the first time since 10/17/10. Same meal, but with a Hi-C whereas I just remembered that I used to get it with a lemonade. It's been that long.

I stopped by the Law School open house in Glendale, but only to ask how to send in my letters of recommendation and inquire about the academic calendar before taking off.

At the mall, Jessica was working at American Basics and is renewed in the database. The Adelle look-alike was working at the "i Play & Talk" vendor booth. It looks like she washed her hair today. She happened to be running her fingers through her hair as I walked by. That detail is so in my database. Hypothetically, it would be so hot if, while she was in a hypothetical cowgirl position, she ran her fingers through her hair that way.

Then it was off to a Bar and Grill in Burbank to work for Paul and Martha's band. I haven't seen them since last 7/4/11. Paul bought me a Guinness on tap. Wow, those go down the esophagus very smoothly.

PAUL: We saw Journey when they first hooked up with Arnel Pineda and all these Filipinos were there to see Arnel ... and they just sat there and didn't move. It was the calmest concert I've ever been to!

Bad news: I definitely need to replace my almost-10-year-old battery as, despite being fully charged, it died 25 minutes into the performance. Good news: I had an inexplicable 6th sense to bring the power adapter and the sound man had an extension chord. Bad news: I ran out of tape while they were playing Heart's Barracuda. Good news: The band wasn't happy with how they played it anyway. Good news: They continued playing overtime and I got paid overtime.

PAUL: (Regarding Journey's drummer Dean Castronovo) He can sing, play drums, and his name's Casanova ... I hate him! Even I wanna suck his dick! [Author's note: He's joking, I think.]

Wolfpack minds: Johnny is no longer missing

I had a weird dream last night: It looked like a road trip. I came upon a cabin. But inside the cabin, it looked like either a small town church or a town hall. Anyway, my gang and I proceeded to rob it. But we left alone a disabled guy. What's weird is I think my mommy was part of my gang. End of dream.

I took a large blue trash bag of water bottles back to the recycling center that I visited last Monday, the one with all the slackers. Today, the same slackers weren't so slacker-ish. What an improvement.

SLACKER DUDE: (As I wonder which end to insert the water bottle into the machine) C'mon, bro, don't be scared.

I earned $6.50 for 84 bottles!

At the mall, Jessica was working at American Basics. It's funny how life works. She went from somebody I thought I would never see again to suddenly discovering months later that the store she was working in was just re-branded and relocated to another part of the mall. She's renewed in the database.

I noticed that all the employees of Teavana were in the break room, leaving all of their free samples unattended. Review: I used to drink gallons of their free samples per week during the holiday season last year until the manager finally called me on it. Since then, I would only stop by if that manager was on break. I proceeded to drink more of their unattended free samples. The manager walked out and mechanically greeted me just as I finished up and split. Haha.

I had an inexplicable urge to turn around while walking on the second floor. After being missing since the middle of last month, I finally came upon Johnny! Wolfpack minds, baby! He was with that chick, Lilian, who thought I was cute, but I had to essentially turn her down after finding out she once caught an infection because she's not into condoms. Anyway, I burned a stare through him until he finally turned his head and saw me. Wolfpack telepathy, baby! And he was drunk. Wolfpack, baby!

At Barnes & Noble, the ethnically-ambiguous looking chick, Monica, was working. She really has issues with her hair. Her hair just really sucks. But her face is cute enough to actually compensate for it. She's renewed in the database.

JOURNEY

I just remembered that yesterday in the Costco parking lot, I drove backwards, Jason Bourne style ala The Bourne Ultimatum, when some dumb ass old man was obstructing traffic for no reason and even a van backed up for me.

For a while, my mommy has been telling me that we were going to an Arnel Pineda concert. He's the current lead singer of Journey, but does his own solo concerts as well. We carpooled with her coworker, Rose, and Rose's husband. Guess what? It turned out to be a Journey concert! (Apparently, Filipinos automatically refer to Journey concerts as just Arnel Pineda concerts.) Score!

Facebook status was updated to:

At the JOURNEY concert bitches!

I think the chick sitting in front of me might've been my old friend, Vera, but I wasn't too sure. Vera was a stuntwoman and professional cosplayer (if the latter even is a real job) whom I met at a Martial Arts convention years ago. She was the first hot chick to ever insist that I exchange numbers with her. The last time I saw her in person, I was with Apolonia, a 15-year-old who insisted that I go out with her back when I was 21 - so the age difference wasn't too bad. Now I'm going to have to track down Vera to confirm if that was her at the Journey concert. If so, she's a cougar now, considering that I remember her as being a late 20s/early 30s pretending to barely be in her 20s. The point is: Vera has dibs on being the one whom I bust a #3 to the next time that I do, for old time's sake.

After the Journey concert, mommy had me tag along with her to the hospital to finish a little work. Her coworker, Alvin, walked by.

ALVIN: You don't look anything like your mom ... You're actually handsome. [Runs away before mommy can counter.]

Then I got free custard, jello and cranberry juice from the nurses' lounge that was left unattended. Highlights of the night: 1) I bought a Journey shirt. 2) I really used my iPhone's video for the first time to record the finale of Don't Stop Believing with fireworks at the end.

Albert Einstein as a character in The Bridge to Neverland = science fiction in the Peter Pan mythos

As I drifted to sleep last night, I was thinking about what would've happened if Matt and I never bombed that pro-wrestling tryout - considering that the head trainer, Bryan Danielson, has since been hired by WWE - which resulted in the following weird dream: I was watching a rerun of the Chris Benoit tribute, but as a reflection of WWE's real life decision to delete him from its history due to his double-murder/suicide, any mention of his name was dubbed over and his appearance blurred out except for his masked persona as the Pegasus Kid in Japan.

I woke up, but went back to sleep only to dream - and here's my favorite of the night - that I was dry-humping Nickie. Actually, we were both naked except for one of us wearing pants, though I don't remember which one of us. End of dreams.

After finishing my Red Robin leftovers for breakfast, I played my guitar one last time before cutting my claws - er, nails - which means it's going to be a bitch playing tremolo fingering technique until they grow back.

I finally found the recycling center, but the employees are slackers.

SLACKER DUDE: [As I arrive at 4:50PM] We close at 4:30.
RYAN: [Pointing to sign that reads, "7:30"]
SLACKER CHICK: I don't have any new stickers yet to paste over the old sign.

On the way to Costco to do grownup stuff like buy milk and water, I took the shortcut through Matt's street and it was like the series finale of The OC where the protagonist Ryan Atwood (Benjamin McKenzie) - who has the same name as me - sees the ghost of Marissa Cooper (Mischa Barton) as he drives away from her house. Except it was Matt's ghost instead of Marissa Cooper's, and Matt's not dead. But you know what I mean. ♫ California here I come ♪ right back where I started from ♬ Californiaaaaaaa ...

Mommy's accountant, Lena, finally visited after thinking she was dead due to not being able to get in touch with her in months!

MOMMY: Why don't you just hook up with a Kardashian? They have money.
RYAN: I don't think they're pretty.
MOMMY: Nevermind. They're only famous for a sex tape.
RYAN: Why don't I just do that with Kelly Clarkson?
MOMMY: But she's fat.

I posted the above conversation as my Facebook status and within thirty seconds got a "thumbs up" from Biggie. Whoa, that was fast. And it was time for the ultraviolent ...

At the mall, I remembered something from yesterday when experiencing déjà vu in the restroom: You know what's a pet peeve? Having to pee only to see the restroom closed for cleanup. Well, yesterday, I ignored the security tape and started peeing. The cleaning lady exclaimed, "(As a curse word) Jesus!" She "dogged" me, as kids say. I gave her back a vibe like, Don't make me turn around while peeing. She backed down. Word.

Dana was working at Lush Cosmetics. I almost forgot she existed. She's renewed in the database. Jessica was working at American Basics, wearing a white sweater instead of the usual black that is her uniform. She's renewed in the database. That chick Ciera - whom I'm not attracted to, but for some reason once had a dream that she was orally copulating me - and who just transferred from Hot Topic to that girly store Justice, was vacuuming again. She looked so bored.

At Barnes & Noble, I'm almost done reading The Bridge to Neverland.

I don't know who Googles themselves for seventeen pages, but in that case ... Hi Heather!

The planets were aligned, the microcosm of which was the straight line that parted my hair

I went to the gym late last night. Danny was working the front desk. Iam and Victor were present. The gym-rat gang is back! Iam, formerly 185 lb. with only 4% body fat, is down to 170 lb. since he's been busy, but still looks like he's on steroids. Victor brought a new girlfriend with him. Clever. One can multi-task by working out and rationalizing it as a date. I'm stealing that idea.

I slept in and was late for Church. But I finally bought apple cider vinegar for mommy at Whole Foods ... after a quick database run at the mall, a.k.a. the ultraviolent.

I have to finally admit that the jackoffable chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who's been less jackoffable since dying her blond hair to dark brown, only because the blond matched better with her complexion - isn't really doing it for me anymore. But Jessica at American Basics is renewed in my database.

Now this never happens, but when I got out of the shower, my hair happened to fall in place as if I fixed it without trying. Today was a rare perfect hair day. It's like the planets were aligned, the microcosm of which was the straight line that parted my hair.

My mommy and I picked up Auntie Alma, who's in town from the Philippines, on the way to Auntie Nora's for food. On the way home, we brought her to visit her friends, who say that they always see my mommy and I in Church. Their youngest daughter remembers my mommy from a long time ago. Weird. I've never seen these people in my life.

At Barnes & Noble, that ethnically-ambiguous looking chick, Monica, was rocking the geek chick glasses. She's renewed in the database. But even more important than hormones: I got to read more of The Bridge to Neverland.

New vocabulary word: Echo.

I had a weird dream last night. I walked into a dance studio. There was a circle going on, like a battle. Eric, who in real life has been the substitute teacher for Top Rockin,' stepped inside and issued an open challenge. I accepted, but inexplicably, it was a wrestling match. I got into side control and pinned him, but for some reason wasn't awarded the pin. The one code-named "Super A" assured me, "That's bullshit! You had his shoulders down!" The ones code-named "Choir Boy" and "G" agreed. End of dream.

When I woke up, I called the studio to ask who was teaching today. Weird enough, it was Eric.

I walked into class and for the longest time I was Eric's only student. Then the Asian dude who always wears a cap walked in. Finally, an Asian chick joined us. Some black chick sat on the floor just to watch, so really there were only three of us doing choreography under Eric. We went overtime, capitalizing on the employee's negligence to give us a five-minute warning. By the end, I was able to multi-task and tie my hair while bustin,' though Eric started the music over again just for that. ("Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I didn't see you were fixing your hair.") Niels, our new friend from Amsterdam, was taking the Lockin' class afterward.

I watched UFC 136 at Charles Billiards alone and sober. Apparently, I'm becoming familiar as the bouncer didn't check my ID or anything and just told me to walk right in. Afterward, I finally tried the seasonal Oktoberfest burger at Red Robin. Dennis was working and I caught up with him for a while before the new guy, Zack, took my order.

RYAN: (Slurred kind of fast) OK, cool.
ZACK: Did you ever work in the kitchen?
RYAN: No. Why?
ZACK: I thought you said echo.
RYAN: Is that a code word?
ZACK: Yeah, it means, "I heard you." Or, "Copy that."

I'm stealing it. I got to read more of The Bridge to Neverland at Barnes & Noble before going home.

There was a chick, I think one of the waitresses, at Charles Billiards earlier who reminded me of Lisa, the former bartender at PWG. I busted a #3 to Lisa just because I miss her.